Kreacher, it transpired1, had been lurking2 in the attic3. Sirius said he had found him up there, covered in dust, no doubt looking for more relics4 of the Black family to hide in his cupboard. Though Sirius seemed satisfied with this story, it made Harry5 uneasy. Kreacher seemed to be in a better mood on his reappearance, his bitter muttering had subsided6 somewhat and he submitted to orders more docilely7 than usual, though once or twice Harry caught the house-elf staring at him avidly8, but always looking quickly away whenever he saw that Harry had noticed.
Harry did not mention his vague suspicions to Sirius, whose cheerfulness was evaporating fast now that Christmas was over. As the date of their departure back to Hogwarts drew nearer, he became more and more prone9 to what Mrs. Weasley called ‘fits of the sullens', in which he would become taciturn and grumpy, often withdrawing to Buckbeak's room for hours at a time. His gloom seeped10 through the house, oozing11 under doorways12 like some noxious13 gas, so that all of them became infected by it.
Harry didn't want to leave Sirius again with only Kreacher for company; in fact, for the first time in his life, he was not looking forward to returning to Hogwarts. Going back to school would mean placing himself once again under the tyranny of Dolores Umbridge, who had no doubt managed to force through another dozen decrees in their absence; there was no Quidditch to look forward to now that he had been banned, there was every likelihood that their burden of homework would increase as the exams drew even nearer; and Dumbledore remained as remote as ever. In fact, if it hadn't been for the DA, Harry thought he might have begged Sirius to let him leave Hogwarts and remain in Grimmauld Place.
Then, on the very last day of the holidays, something happened that made Harry positively14 dread15 his return to school.
‘Harry, dear,’ said Mrs. Weasley poking16 her head into his and Ron's bedroom, where the pair of them were playing wizard chess watched by Hermione, Ginny and Crookshanks, ‘could you come down to the kitchen? Professor Snape would like a word with you.’
Harry did not immediately register what she had said; one of his castles was engaged in a violent tussle17 with a pawn18 of Ron's and he was egging it on enthusiastically.
‘Squash him— squash him, he's only a pawn, you idiot. Sorry, Mrs. Weasley, what did you say?’
‘Professor Snape, dear. In the kitchen. He'd like a word.’
Harry's mouth fell open in horror. He looked around at Ron, Hermione and Ginny, all of whom were gaping19 back at him. Crookshanks, whom Hermione had been restraining with difficulty for the past quarter of an hour, leapt gleefully on to the board and set the pieces running for cover, squealing20 at the top of their voices.
‘Snape?’ said Harry blankly.
‘Professor Snape, dear,’ said Mrs. Weasley reprovingly. ‘Now come on, quickly, he says he can't stay long.’
‘What's he want with you?’ said Ron, looking unnerved as Mrs. Weasley withdrew from the room. ‘You haven't done anything, have you?’
‘No!’ said Harry indignantly, racking his brains to think what he could have done that would make Snape pursue him to Grimmauld Place. Had his last piece of homework perhaps earned a ‘T'?
A minute or two later, he pushed open the kitchen door to find Sirius and Snape both seated at the long kitchen table, glaring in opposite directions. The silence between them was heavy with mutual21 dislike. A letter lay open on the table in front of Sirius.
‘Er,’ said Harry, to announce his presence.
Snape looked around at him, his face framed between curtains of greasy22 black hair.
‘Sit down, Potter.’
‘You know,’ said Sirius loudly, leaning back on his rear chair legs and speaking to the ceiling, ‘I think I'd prefer it if you didn't give orders here, Snape. It's my house, you see.’
An ugly flush suffused23 Snape's pallid24 face. Harry sat down in a chair beside Sirius, facing Snape across the table.
‘I was supposed to see you alone, Potter,’ said Snape, the familiar sneer25 curling his mouth, ‘but Black—’
‘I'm his godfather,’ said Sirius, louder than ever.
‘I am here on Dumbledore's orders.’ said Snape, whose voice, by contrast, was becoming more and more quietly waspish, ‘but by all means stay, Black, I know you like to feel ... involved.’
‘What's that supposed to mean?’ said Sirius, letting his chair fall back on to all four legs with a loud bang.
‘Merely that I am sure you must feel—ah—frustrated by the fact that you can do nothing useful,’ Snape laid a delicate stress on the word, ‘for the Order.’
It was Sirius's turn to flush. Snape's lip curled in triumph as he turned to Harry.
‘The Headmaster has sent me to tell you, Potter, that it is his wish for you to study Occlumency this term.’
‘Study what?’ said Harry blankly.
Snape's sneer became more pronounced.
‘Occlumency, Potter. The magical defence of the mind against external penetration26. An obscure branch of magic, but a highly useful one.’
Harry's heart began to pump very fast indeed. Defence against external penetration? But he was not being possessed27, they had all agreed on that ...
‘Why do I have to study Occlu—thing?’ he blurted28 out.
‘Because the Headmaster thinks it a good idea,’ said Snape smoothly29. ‘You will receive private lessons once a week, but you will not tell anybody what you are doing, least of all Dolores Umbridge. You understand?’
‘Yes,’ said Harry. ‘Who's going to be teaching me?’
‘I am,’ he said.
Harry had the horrible sensation that his insides were melting.
Extra lessons with Snape—what on earth had he done to deserve this? He looked quickly round at Sirius for support.
‘Why can't Dumbledore teach Harry?’ asked Sirius aggressively. ‘Why you?’
‘I suppose because it is a headmaster's privilege to delegate less enjoyable tasks,’ said Snape silkily. ‘I assure you I did not beg for the job.’ He got to his feet. ‘I will expect you at six o'clock on Monday evening, Potter. My office. If anybody asks, you are taking remedial Potions. Nobody who has seen you in my classes could deny you need them.’
He turned to leave, his black travelling cloak billowing behind him.
‘Wait a moment,’ said Sirius, sitting up straighter in his chair.
Snape turned back to face them, sneering31.
‘I am in rather a hurry, Black. Unlike you, I do not have unlimited32 leisure time.’
‘I'll get to the point, then,’ said Sirius, standing33 up. He was rather taller than Snape who, Harry noticed, balled his fist in the pocket of his cloak over what Harry was sure was the handle of his wand. ‘If I hear you're using these Occlumency lessons to give Harry a hard time, you'll have me to answer to.’
‘How touching34,’ Snape sneered35. ‘But surely you have noticed that Potter is very like his father?’
‘Yes, I have,’ said Sirius proudly.
‘Well then, you'll know he's so arrogant36 that criticism simply bounces off him,’ Snape said sleekly37.
Sirius pushed his chair roughly aside and strode around the table towards Snape, pulling out his wand as he went. Snape whipped out his own. They were squaring up to each other, Sirius looking livid, Snape calculating, his eyes darting38 from Sirius's wand-tip to his face.
‘Sirius!’ said Harry loudly, but Sirius appeared not to hear him.
‘I've warned you, Snivelus,’ said Sirius, his face barely a foot from Snape's, ‘I don't care if Dumbledore thinks you've reformed, I know better—’
‘Oh, but why don't you tell him so?’ whispered Snape. ‘Or are you afraid he might not take very seriously the advice of a man who has been hiding inside his mother's house for six months?’
‘Tell me, how is Lucius Malfoy these days? I expect he's delighted his lapdog's working at Hogwarts, isn't he?’
‘Speaking of dogs,’ said Snape softly, ‘did you know that Lucius Malfoy recognised you last time you risked a little jaunt39 outside? Clever idea, Black, getting yourself seen on a safe station platform ... gave you a cast-iron excuse not to leave your hidey-hole in future, didn't it?’
Sirius raised his wand.
‘NO!’ Harry yelled, vaulting40 over the table and trying to get in between them. ‘Sirius, don't!’
‘Are you calling me a coward?’ roared Sirius, trying to push Harry out of the way, but Harry would not budge41.
‘Why, yes, I suppose I am,’ said Snape.
‘Harry—get— out—of—it!’ snarled42 Sirius, pushing him aside with his free hand.
The kitchen door opened and the entire Weasley family, plus Hermione, came inside, all looking very happy, with Mr. Weasley walking proudly in their midst dressed in a pair of striped pyjamas43 covered by a mackintosh.
‘Cured!’ he announced brightly to the kitchen at large. ‘Completely cured!’
He and all the other Weasleys froze on the threshold, gazing at the scene in front of them, which was also suspended in mid-action, both Sirius and Snape looking towards the door with their wands pointing into each other's faces and Harry immobile between them, a hand stretched out to each, trying to force them apart.
‘Merlin's beard,’ said Mr. Weasley, the smile sliding off his face, ‘what's going on here?’
Both Sirius and Snape lowered their wands. Harry looked from one to the other. Each wore an expression of utmost contempt, yet the unexpected entrance of so many witnesses seemed to have brought them to their senses. Snape pocketed his wand, turned on his heel and swept back across the kitchen, passing the Weasleys without comment. At the door he looked back.
‘Six o'clock, Monday evening, Potter.’
And he was gone. Sirius glared after him, his wand at his side.
‘What's been going on?’ asked Mr. Weasley again.
‘Nothing, Arthur,’ said Sirius, who was breathing heavily as though he had just run a long distance. ‘Just a friendly little chat between two old school friends.’ With what looked like an enormous effort, he smiled. ‘So ... you're cured? That's great news, really great.’
‘Yes, isn't it?’ said Mrs. Weasley, leading her husband forward to a chair. ‘Healer Smethwyck worked his magic in the end, found an antidote44 to whatever that snake's got in its fangs45, and Arthur's learned his lesson about dabbling46 in Muggle medicine, haven't you, dear?’ she added, rather menacingly.
‘Yes, Molly dear,’ said Mr. Weasley meekly47.
‘That night's meal should have been a cheerful one, with Mr. Weasley back amongst them. Harry could tell Sirius was trying to make it so, yet when his godfather was not forcing himself to laugh loudly at Fred and George's jokes or offering everyone more food, his face fell back into a moody48, brooding expression. Harry was separated from him by Mundungus and Mad-Eye, who had dropped in to offer Mr. Weasley their congratulations. He wanted to talk to Sirius, to tell him he shouldn't listen to a word Snape said, that Snape was goading49 him deliberately50 and that the rest of them didn't think Sirius was a coward for doing as Dumbledore told him and remaining in Grimmauld Place. But he had no opportunity to do so, and, eyeing the ugly look on Sirius's face, Harry wondered occasionally whether he would have dared to mention it even if he had the chance. Instead, he told Ron and Hermione under his voice about having to take Occlumency lessons with Snape.
‘Dumbledore wants to stop you having those dreams about Voldemort,’ said Hermione at once. ‘Well, you won't be sorry not to have them any more, will you?’
‘Extra lessons with Snape?’ said Ron, sounding aghast. ‘I'd rather have the nightmares!’
They were to return to Hogwarts on the Knight51 Bus the following day, escorted once again by Tonks and Lupin, both of whom were eating breakfast in the kitchen when Harry, Ron and Hermione came down next morning. The adults seemed to have been mid-way through a whispered conversation as Harry opened the door; all of them looked round hastily and fell silent.
After a hurried breakfast, they all pulled on jackets and scarves against the chilly52 grey January morning. Harry had an unpleasant constricted53 sensation in his chest; he did not want to say goodbye to Sirius. He had a bad feeling about this parting; he didn't know when they would next see each other and he felt it was incumbent54 upon him to say something to Sirius to stop him doing anything stupid—Harry was worried that Snape's accusation55 of cowardice56 had stung Sirius so badly he might even now be planning some foolhardy trip beyond Grimmauld Place. Before he could think of what to say, however, Sirius had beckoned57 him to his side.
‘I want you to take this,’ he said quietly, thrusting a badly wrapped package roughly the size of a paperback58 book into Harry's hands.
‘What is it?’ Harry asked.
‘A way of letting me know if Snape's giving you a hard time. No, don't open it in here!’ said Sirius, with a wary59 look at Mrs. Weasley, who was trying to persuade the twins to wear hand-knitted mittens60. ‘I doubt Molly would approve—but I want you to use it if you need me, all right?’
‘OK,’ said Harry, stowing the package away in the inside pocket of his jacket, but he knew he would never use whatever it was. It would not be he, Harry, who lured61 Sirius from his place of safety, no matter how foully62 Snape treated him in their forthcoming Occlumency classes.
‘Let's go, then,’ said Sirius, clapping Harry on the shoulder and smiling grimly, and before Harry could say anything else, they were heading upstairs, stopping before the heavily chained and bolted front door, surrounded by Weasleys.
‘Goodbye, Harry, take care,’ said Mrs. Weasley, hugging him.
‘See you, Harry, and keep an eye out for snakes for me!’ said Mr. Weasley genially63, shaking his hand.
‘Right—yeah,’ said Harry distractedly; it was his last chance to tell Sirius to be careful; he turned, looked into his godfather's face and opened his mouth to speak, but before he could do so Sirius was giving him a brief, one-armed hug, and saying gruffly, ‘Look after yourself, Harry.’ Next moment, Harry found himself being shunted out into the icy winter air, with Tonks (today heavily disguised as a tall, tweedy woman with iron-grey hair) chivvying him down the steps.
The door of number twelve slammed shut behind them. They followed Lupin down the front steps. As he reached the pavement, Harry looked round. Number twelve was shrinking rapidly as those on either side of it stretched sideways, squeezing it out of sight. One blink later, it had gone.
‘Come on, the quicker we get on the bus the better,’ said Tonks, and Harry thought there was nervousness in the glance she threw around the square. Lupin flung out his right arm.
BANG.
A violently purple, triple-decker bus had appeared out of thin air in front of them, narrowly avoiding the nearest lamppost, which jumped backwards64 out of its way.
A thin, pimply65, jug-eared youth in a purple uniform leapt down on to the pavement and said, ‘Welcome to the—’
‘Yes, yes, we know, thank you,’ said Tonks swiftly. ‘On, on, get on—’
And she shoved Harry forwards towards the steps, past the conductor, who goggled66 at Harry as he passed.
’ ‘Ere—it's ‘Arry—!’
‘If you shout his name I will curse you into oblivion,’ muttered Tonks menacingly, now shunting Ginny and Hermione forwards.
‘I've always wanted to go on this thing,’ said Ron happily, joining Harry on board and looking around.
It had been evening the last time Harry had travelled by Knight Bus and its three decks had been full of brass67 bedsteads. Now, in the early morning, it was crammed68 with an assortment69 of mismatched chairs grouped haphazardly70 around windows. Some of these appeared to have fallen over when the bus stopped abruptly71 in Grimmauld Place; a few witches and wizards were still getting to their feet, grumbling72, and somebody's shopping bag had slid the length of the bus: an unpleasant mixture of frogspawn, cockroaches73 and custard creams was scattered74 all over the floor.
‘Looks like we'll have to split up,’ said Tonks briskly, looking a.round for empty chairs. ‘Fred, George and Ginny, if you just take those seats at the back ... Remus can stay with you.’
She, Harry, Ron and Hermione proceeded up to the very top deck, where there were two unoccupied chairs at the very front of the bus and two at the back. Stan Shunpike, the conductor, followed Harry and Ron eagerly to the back. Heads turned as Harry passed and, when he sat down, he saw all the faces flick75 back to the front again.
As Harry and Ron handed Stan eleven Sickles76 each, the bus set off again, swaying ominously78. It rumbled79 around Grimmauld Place, weaving on and off the pavement, then, with another tremendous BANG, they were all flung backwards; Ron's chair toppled right over and Pigwidgeon, who had been on his lap, burst out of his cage and flew twittering wildly up to the front of the bus where he fluttered down on to Hermione's shoulder instead. Harry, who had narrowly avoided falling by seizing a candle bracket, looked out of the window: they were now speeding down what appeared to be a motorway80.
‘Just outside Birmingham,’ said Stan happily, answering Harry's unasked question as Ron struggled up from the floor. ‘You keepin’ well, then, ‘Arry? I seen your name in the paper loads over the summer, but it weren't never nuffink very nice. I said to Ern, I said, ‘e didn't seem like a nutter81 when we met ‘im, just goes to show, dunnit?’
He handed over their tickets and continued to gaze, enthralled82, at Harry. Apparently83, Stan did not care how nutty somebody was, if they were famous enough to be in the paper. The Knight Bus swayed alarmingly, overtaking a line of cars on the inside. Looking towards the front of the bus, Harry saw Hermione cover her eyes with her hands, Pigwidgeon swaying happily on her shoulder.
BANG.
Chairs slid backwards again as the Knight Bus jumped from the Birmingham motorway to a quiet country lane full of hairpin84 bends. Hedgerows on either side of the road were leaping out of their way as they mounted the verges85. From here they moved to a main street in the middle of a busy town, then to a viaduct surrounded by tall hills, then to a windswept road between high-rise flats, each time with a loud BANG.
‘I've changed my mind,’ muttered Ron, picking himself up from the floor for the sixth time, ‘I never want to ride on this thing again.’
‘Listen, it's ‘Ogwarts stop after this,’ said Stan brightly, swaying towards them. ‘That bossy86 woman up front ‘oo got on with you, she's given us a little tip to move you up the queue. We're just gonna let Madam Marsh87 off first, though—there was a retching sound from downstairs, followed by a horrible spattering noise— she's not feeling ‘er best.’
A few minutes later, the Knight Bus screeched89 to a halt outside a small pub, which squeezed itself out of the way to avoid a collision. They could hear Stan ushering90 the unfortunate Madam Marsh out of the bus and the relieved murmurings of her fellow passengers on the second deck. The bus moved on again, gathering91 speed, until—
BANG.
They were rolling through a snowy Hogsmeade. Harry caught a glimpse of the Hog's Head down its side street, the severed92 boar's head sign creaking in the wintry wind. Flecks93 of snow hit the large window at the front of the bus. At last they rolled to a halt outside the gates to Hogwarts.
Lupin and Tonks helped them off the bus with their luggage, then got off to say goodbye. Harry glanced up at the three decks of the Knight Bus and saw all the passengers staring down at them, noses flat against the windows.
‘You'll be safe once you're in the grounds,’ said Tonks, casting a careful eye around at the deserted94 road. ‘Have a good term, OK?’
‘Look after yourselves,’ said Lupin, shaking hands all round and reaching Harry last. ‘And listen ...’ he lowered his voice while the rest of them exchanged last-minute goodbyes with Tonks, ‘Harry, I know you don't like Snape, but he is a superb Occlumens and we all—Sirius included—want you to learn to protect yourself, so work hard, all right?’
‘Yeah, all right,’ said Harry heavily, looking up into Lupin's prematurely95 lined face. ‘See you, then.’
The six of them struggled up the slippery drive towards the castle, dragging their trunks. Hermione was already talking about knitting a few elf hats before bedtime. Harry glanced back when they reached the oaken front doors; the Knight Bus had already gone and he half-wished, given what was coming the following evening, that he was still on board.
Harry spent most of the next day dreading96 the evening. His morning double-Potions lesson did nothing to dispel97 his trepidation98, as Snape was as unpleasant as ever. His mood was further lowered by the DA members constantly approaching him in the corridors between classes, asking hopefully if there would be a meeting that night.
‘I'll let you know in the usual way when the next one is,’ Harry said over and over again, ‘but I can't do it tonight, I've got to go to—er—remedial Potions.’
‘You take remedial Potions?’ asked Zacharias Smith superciliously99, having cornered Harry in the Entrance Hall after lunch. ‘Good Lord, you must be terrible. Snape doesn't usually give extra lessons, does he?’
As Smith strode away in an annoyingly buoyant fashion, Ron glared after him.
‘Shall I jinx him? I can still get him from here,’ he said, raising his wand and taking aim between Smith's shoulder blades.
‘Forget it,’ said Harry dismally100. ‘It's what everyone's going to think, isn't it? That I'm really stup—’
‘Hi, Harry,’ said a voice behind him. He turned round and found Cho standing there.
‘Oh,’ said Harry as his stomach leapt uncomfortably. ‘Hi.’
‘We'll be in the library, Harry,’ said Hermione firmly as she seized Ron above the elbow and dragged him off towards the marble staircase.
‘Had a good Christmas?’ asked Cho.
‘Yeah, not bad,’ said Harry.
‘Mine was pretty quiet,’ said Cho. For some reason, she was looking rather embarrassed. ‘Erm ... there's another Hogsmeade trip next month, did you see the notice?’
‘What? Oh, no, I haven't checked the noticeboard since I got back.’
‘Yes, it's on Valentines Day ...’
‘Right,’ said Harry, wondering why she was telling him this. ‘Well, I suppose you want to— ?’
‘Only if you do,’ she said eagerly.
Harry stared. He had been about to say, ‘I suppose you want to know when the next DA meeting is?’ but her response did not seem to fit.
‘I—er—’ he said.
‘Oh, it's OK if you don't,’ she said, looking mortified101. ‘Don't worry. I—I'll see you around.’
She walked away. Harry stood staring after her, his brain working frantically102. Then something clunked into place.
‘Cho! Hey—CHO!’
He ran after her, catching103 her halfway104 up the marble staircase.
‘Er—d'you want to come into Hogsmeade with me on Valentine's Day?’
‘Oooh, yes!’ she said, blushing crimson105 and beaming at him.
‘Right ... well ... that's settled then,’ said Harry, and feeling that the day was not going to be a complete loss after all, he virtually bounced off to the library to pick up Ron and Hermione before their afternoon lessons.
By six o'clock that evening, however, even the glow of having successfully asked out Cho Chang could not lighten the ominous77 feelings that intensified106 with every step Harry took towards Snape's office.
He paused outside the door when he reached it, wishing he were almost anywhere else, then, taking a deep breath, he knocked and entered.
The shadowy room was lined with shelves bearing hundreds of glass jars in which slimy bits of animals and plants were suspended in variously coloured potions. In one corner stood the cupboard full of ingredients that Snape had once accused Harry—not without reason—of robbing. Harry's attention was drawn107 towards the desk, however, where a shallow stone basin engraved108 with runes and symbols lay in a pool of candlelight. Harry recognised it at once—it was Dumbledore's Pensieve. Wondering what on earth it was doing there, he jumped when Snape's cold voice came out of the shadows.
‘Shut the door behind you, Potter.’
Harry did as he was told, with the horrible feeling that he was imprisoning109 himself. When he turned back into the room, Snape had moved into the light and was pointing silently at the chair opposite his desk. Harry sat down and so did Snape, his cold black eyes fixed110 unblinkingly upon Harry, dislike etched in every line of his face.
‘Well, Potter, you know why you are here,’ he said. ‘The Headmaster has asked me to teach you Occlumency. I can only hope that you prove more adept111 at it than at Potions.’
‘Right,’ said Harry tersely112.
‘This may not be an ordinary class, Potter,’ said Snape, his eyes narrowed malevolently113, ‘but I am still your teacher and you will therefore call me “sir” or “Professor” at all times.’
‘Yes ... sir,’ said Harry.
Snape continued to survey him through narrowed eyes for a moment, then said, ‘Now, Occlumency. As I told you back in your dear godfather's kitchen, this branch of magic seals the mind against magical intrusion and influence.’
‘And why does Professor Dumbledore think I need it, sir?’ said Harry looking directly into Snape's eyes and wondering whether Snape would answer.
Snape looked back at him for a moment and then said contemptuously, ‘Surely even you could have worked that out by now, Potter? The Dark Lord is highly skilled at Legilimency —’
‘What's that? Sir?’
‘It is the ability to extract feelings and memories from another person's mind—’
‘He can read minds?’ said Harry quickly, his worst fears confirmed.
‘You have no subtlety114, Potter,’ said Snape, his dark eyes glittering. ‘You do not understand fine distinctions. It is one of the shortcomings that makes you such a lamentable115 potion-maker.’
Snape paused for a moment, apparently to savour the pleasure of insulting Harry, before continuing.
‘Only Muggles talk of “mind-reading". The mind is not a book, to be opened at will and examined at leisure. Thoughts are not etched on the inside of skulls116, to be perused118 by any invader119, the mind is a complex and many-layered thing, Potter— or at least, most minds are.’ He smirked120. ‘It is true, however, that those who have mastered Legilimency are able, under certain conditions, to delve121 into the minds of their victims and to interpret their findings correctly. The Dark Lord, for instance, almost always knows when somebody is lying to him. Only those skilled at Occlumency are able to shut down those feelings and memories that contradict the lie, and so can utter falsehoods in his presence without detection.’
Whatever Snape said, Legilimency sounded like mind-reading to Harry, and he didn't like the sound of it at all.
‘So he could know what we're thinking right now? Sir?’
‘The Dark Lord is at a considerable distance and the walls and grounds of Hogwarts are guarded by many ancient spells and charms to ensure the bodily and mental safety of those who dwell within them,’ said Snape. ‘Time and space matter in magic, Potter. Eye contact is often essential to Legilimency.’
‘Well then, why do I have to learn Occlumency?’
Snape eyed Harry, tracing his mouth with one long, thin finger as he did so.
‘The usual rules do not seem to apply with you, Potter. The curse that failed to kill you seems to have forged some kind of connection between you and the Dark Lord. The evidence suggests that at times, when your mind is most relaxed and vulnerable —when you are asleep, for instance—you are sharing the Dark Lord's thoughts and emotions. The Headmaster thinks it inadvisable for this to continue. He wishes me to teach you how to close your mind to the Dark Lord.’
Harry's heart was pumping fast again. None of this added up.
‘But why does Professor Dumbledore want to stop it?’ he asked abruptly. ‘I don't like it much, but it's been useful, hasn't it? I mean ... I saw that snake attack Mr Weasley and if I hadn't, Professor Dumbledore wouldn't have been able to save him, would he? Sir?’
Snape stared at Harry for a few moments, still tracing his mouth with his finger. When he spoke123 again, it was slowly and deliberately, as though he weighed every word.
‘It appears that the Dark Lord has been unaware124 of the connection between you and himself until very recently. Up till now it seems that you have been experiencing his emotions, and sharing his thoughts, without his being any the wiser. However, the vision you had shortly before Christmas—’
‘The one with the snake and Mr. Weasley?’
‘Do not interrupt me, Potter,’ said Snape in a dangerous voice. ‘As I was saying, the vision you had shortly before Christmas represented such a powerful incursion upon the Dark Lord's thoughts—’
‘I saw inside the snake's head, not his!’
‘I thought I just told you not to interrupt me, Potter?’
But Harry did not care if Snape was angry; at last he seemed to be getting to the bottom of this business; he had moved forwards in his chair so that, without realising it, he was perched on the very edge, tense as though poised125 for flight.
‘How come I saw through the snake's eyes if it's Voldemort's thoughts I'm sharing?’
‘Do not say the Dark Lord's name!’ spat88 Snape.
There was a nasty silence. They glared at each other across the Pensieve.
‘Professor Dumbledore says his name.’ said Harry quietly.
‘Dumbledore is an extremely powerful wizard,’ Snape muttered. ‘While he may feel secure enough to use the name ... the rest of us ...’ He rubbed his left forearm, apparently unconsciously, on the spot where Harry knew the Dark Mark was burned into his skin.
‘I just wanted to know,’ Harry began again, forcing his voice back to politeness, ‘why—’
‘You seem to have visited the snake's mind because that was where the Dark Lord was at that particular moment,’ snarled Snape. ‘He was possessing the snake at the time and so you dreamed you were inside it, too.’
‘And Vol—he— realised I was there?’
‘It seems so,’ said Snape coolly.
‘How do you know?’ said Harry urgently. ‘Is this just Professor Dumbledore guessing, or— ?’
‘I told you,’ said Snape, rigid126 in his chair, his eyes slits127, ‘to call me “sir".
‘Yes, sir,’ said Harry impatiently, ‘but how do you know—'?
‘It is enough that we know,’ said Snape repressively. ‘The important point is that the Dark Lord is now aware that you are gaining access to his thoughts and feelings. He has also deduced that the process is likely to work in reverse; that is to say, he has realised that he might be able to access your thoughts and feelings in return—’
‘And he might try and make me do things?’ asked Harry. ‘Sir?’ he added hurriedly.
‘He might,’ said Snape, sounding cold and unconcerned. ‘Which brings us back to Occlumency.’
Snape pulled out his wand from an inside pocket of his robes and Harry tensed in his chair, but Snape merely raised the wand to his temple and placed its tip into the greasy roots of his hair. When he withdrew it, some silvery substance came away, stretching from temple to wand like a thick gossamer128 strand129, which broke as he pulled the wand away from it and fell gracefully130 into the Pensieve, where it swirled131 silvery-white, neither gas nor liquid. Twice more, Snape raised the wand to his temple and deposited the silvery substance into the stone basin, then, without offering any explanation of his behaviour, he picked up the Pensieve carefully, removed it to a shelf out of their way and returned to face Harry with his wand held at the ready.
‘Stand up and take out your wand, Potter.’
Harry got to his feet, feeling nervous. They faced each other with the desk between them.
‘You may use your wand to attempt to disarm132 me, or defend yourself in any other way you can think of,’ said Snape.
‘And what are you going to do?’ Harry asked, eyeing Snape's wand apprehensively133.
‘I am about to attempt to break into your mind,’ said Snape softly. ‘We are going to see how well you resist. I have been told that you have already shown aptitude134 at resisting the Imperius Curse. You will find that similar powers are needed for this ... brace135 yourself, now. Legilimens!’
Snape had struck before Harry was ready, before he had even begun to summon any force of resistance. The office swam in front of his eyes and vanished; image after image was racing122 through his mind like a flickering136 film so vivid it blinded him to his surroundings.
He was five, watching Dudley riding a new red bicycle, and his heart was bursting with jealousy137 ... he was nine, and Ripper the bulldog was chasing him up a tree and the Dursleys were laughing below on the lawn ... he was sitting under the Sorting Hat, and it was telling him he would do well in Slytherin ... Hermione was lying in the hospital wing, her face covered with thick black hair ... a hundred dementors were closing in on him beside the dark lake ... Cho Chang was drawing nearer to him under the mistletoe ...
No, said a voice inside Harry's head, as the memory of Cho drew nearer, you're not watching that, you're not watching it, it's private—
He felt a sharp pain in his knee. Snape's office had come back into view and he realised that he had fallen to the floor; one of his knees had collided painfully with the leg of Snape's desk. He looked up at Snape, who had lowered his wand and was rubbing his wrist. There was an angry weal there, like a scorch138 mark.
‘Did you mean to produce a Stinging Hex?’ asked Snape coolly.
‘No,’ said Harry bitterly, getting up from the floor.
‘I thought not,’ said Snape, watching him closely. ‘You let me get in too far. You lost control.’
‘Did you see everything I saw?’ Harry asked, unsure whether he wanted to hear the answer.
‘Flashes of it,’ said Snape, his lip curling. ‘To whom did the dog belong?’
‘My Aunt Marge,’ Harry muttered, hating Snape.
‘Well, for a first attempt that was not as poor as it might have been,’ said Snape, raising his wand once more. ‘You managed to stop me eventually, though you wasted time and energy shouting. You must remain focused. Repel139 me with your brain and you will not need to resort to your wand.’
‘I'm trying,’ said Harry angrily, ‘but you're not telling me how!’
‘Manners, Potter,’ said Snape dangerously. ‘Now, I want you to close your eyes.’
Harry threw him a filthy140 look before doing as he was told. He did not like the idea of standing there with his eyes shut while Snape faced him, carrying a wand.
‘Clear your mind, Potter,’ said Snape's cold voice. ‘Let go of all emotion ...’
But Harry's anger at Snape continued to pound through his veins141 like venom142. Let go of his anger? He could as easily detach his legs ...
‘You're not doing it, Potter ... you will need more discipline than this ... focus, now ...’
Harry tried to empty his mind, tried not to think, or remember, or feel ...
‘Let's go again ... on the count of three ... one—two—three—Legilimens!’
A great black dragon was rearing in front of him ... his father and mother were waving at him out of an enchanted143 mirror ... Cedric Diggory was lying on the ground with blank eyes staring at him ...
‘NOOOOOOO!’
Harry was on his knees again, his face buried in his hands, his brain aching as though someone had been trying to pull it from his skull117.
‘Get up!’ said Snape sharply. ‘Get up! You are not trying, you are making no effort. You are allowing me access to memories you fear, handing me weapons!’
Harry stood up again, his heart thumping144 wildly as though he had really just seen Cedric dead in the graveyard145. Snape looked paler than usual, and angrier, though not nearly as angry as Harry was.
‘I—am—making —an—effort,’ he said through clenched146 teeth.
‘I told you to empty yourself of emotion!’
‘Yeah? Well, I'm finding that hard at the moment,’ Harry snarled.
‘Then you will find yourself easy prey147 for the Dark Lord!’ said Snape savagely148. ‘Fools who wear their hearts proudly on their sleeves, who cannot control their emotions, who wallow in sad memories and allow themselves to be provoked so easily—weak people, in other words—they stand no chance against his powers! He will penetrate149 your mind with absurd ease, Potter!’
‘I am not weak,’ said Harry in a low voice, fury now pumping through him so that he thought he might attack Snape in a moment.
‘Then prove it! Master yourself!’ spat Snape. ‘Control your anger, discipline your mind! We shall try again! Get ready, now! Legilimens!’
He was watching Uncle Vernon hammering the letterbox shut ... a hundred dementors were drifting across the lake in the grounds towards him ... he was running along a windowless passage with Mr. Weasley ... they were drawing nearer to the plain black door at the end of the corridor ... Harry expected to go through it ... but Mr. Weasley led him off to the left, down a flight of stone steps ...
‘I KNOW! I KNOW!’
He was on all fours again on Snape's office floor, his scar was prickling unpleasantly, but the voice that had just issued from his mouth was triumphant150. He pushed himself up again to find Snape storing at him, his wand raised. It looked as though, this time, Snape had lifted the spell before Harry had even tried to fight back.
‘What happened then, Potter?’ he asked, eyeing Harry intently.
‘I saw—I remembered,’ Harry panted. ‘I've just realised ...’
‘Realised what?’ asked Snape sharply.
Harry did not answer at once; he was still savouring the moment of blinding realisation as he rubbed his forehead ...
He had been dreaming about a windowless corridor ending in a locked door for months, without once realising that it was a real place. Now, seeing the memory again, he knew that all along he had been dreaming about the corridor down which he had run with Mr. Weasley on the twelfth of August as they hurried to the courtrooms in the Ministry151; it was the corridor leading to the Department of Mysteries and Mr. Weasley had been there the night that he had been attacked by Voldemort's snake.
He looked up at Snape.
‘What's in the Department of Mysteries?’
‘What did you say?’ Snape asked quietly and Harry saw, with deep satisfaction, that Snape was unnerved.
‘I said, what's in the Department of Mysteries, sir?’ Harry said.
‘And why,’ said Snape slowly, ‘would you ask such a thing?’
‘Because,’ said Harry, watching Snape's face closely, ‘that corridor I've just seen—I've been dreaming about it for months—I've just recognised it—it leads to the Department of Mysteries ... and I think Voldemort wants something from—’
‘I have told you not to say the Dark Lord's name!’
They glared at each other. Harry's scar seared again, but he did not care. Snape looked agitated152; but when he spoke again he sounded as though he was trying to appear cool and unconcerned.
‘There are many things in the Department of Mysteries, Potter, few of which you would understand and none of which concern you. Do I make myself plain?’
‘Yes,’ Harry said, still rubbing his prickling scar, which was becoming more painful.
‘I want you back here same time on Wednesday. We will continue work then.’
‘Fine,’ said Harry. He was desperate to get out of Snape's office and find Ron and Hermione.
‘You are to rid your mind of all emotion every night before sleep; empty it, make it blank and calm, you understand?’
‘Yes,’ said Harry, who was barely listening.
‘And be warned, Potter ... I shall know if you have not practised ...’
‘Right,’ Harry mumbled153. He picked up his schoolbag, swung it over his shoulder and hurried towards the office door. As he opened it, he glanced back at Snape, who had his back to Harry and was scooping154 his own thoughts out of the Pensieve with the tip of his wand and replacing them carefully inside his own head. Harry left without another word, closing the door carefully behind him, his scar still throbbing155 painfully.
Harry found Ron and Hermione in the library, where they were working on Umbridge's most recent ream of homework. Other students, nearly all of them fifth-years, sat at lamp-lit tables nearby, noses close to books, quills156 scratching feverishly157, while the sky outside the mullioned windows grew steadily159 blacker. The only other sound was the slight squeaking160 of one of Madam Pince's shoes, as the librarian prowled the aisles161 menacingly, breathing down the necks of those touching her precious books.
Harry felt shivery; his scar was still aching, he felt almost feverish158.
When he sat down opposite Ron and Hermione, he caught sight of himself in the window opposite; he was very white and his scar seemed to be showing up more clearly than usual.
‘How did it go?’ Hermione whispered, and then, looking concerned. ‘Are you all right, Harry?’
‘Yeah ... fine ... I dunno,’ said Harry impatiently, wincing162 as pain shot through his scar again. ‘Listen ... I've just realised something ...’
And he told them what he had just seen and deduced.
‘So ... so are you saying ...’ whispered Ron, as Madam Pince swept past, squeaking slightly ‘that the weapon—the thing You-Know-Who's after—is in the Ministry of Magic?’
‘In the Department of Mysteries, it's got to be,’ Harry whispered. ‘I saw that door when your dad took me down to the courtrooms for my hearing and it's definitely the same one he was guarding when the snake bit him.’
Hermione let out a long, slow sigh.
‘Of course,’ she breathed.
‘Of course what?’ said Ron rather impatiently.
‘Ron, think about it... Sturgis Podmore was trying to get through a door at the Ministry of Magic ... it must have been that one, it's too much of a coincidence!’
‘How come Sturgis was trying to break in when he's on our side?’ said Ron.
‘Well, I don't know,’ Hermione admitted. ‘That is a bit odd ...’
‘So what's in the Department of Mysteries?’ Harry asked Ron. ‘Has your dad ever mentioned anything about it?’
‘I know they call the people who work in there “Unspeakables",’ said Ron, frowning. ‘Because no one really seems to know what they do—weird163 place to have a weapon.’
‘It's not weird at all, it makes perfect sense,’ said Hermione. ‘It will be something top secret that the Ministry has been developing, I expect ... Harry, are you sure you're all right?’
For Harry had just run both his hands hard over his forehead as though trying to iron it.
‘Yeah ... fine ...’ he said, lowering his hands, which were trembling. ‘I just feel a bit ... I don't like Occlumency much.’
‘I expect anyone would feel snaky if they'd had their mind attacked over and over again,’ said Hermione sympathetically. ‘Look, let's get back to the common room, we'll be a bit more comfortable there.’
But the common room was packed and full of shrieks164 of laughter and excitement; Fred and George were demonstrating their latest bit of joke shop merchandise.
‘Headless Hats!’ shouted George, as Fred waved a pointed165 hat decorated with a fluffy166 pink feather at the watching students. ‘Two Galleons167 each, watch Fred, now!’
Fred swept the hat on to his head, beaming. For a second he merely looked rather stupid; then both hat and head vanished.
Several girls screamed, but everyone else was roaring with laughter.
‘And off again!’ shouted George, and Fred's hand groped for a moment in what seemed to be thin air over his shoulder; then his head reappeared as he swept the pink-feathered hat from it.
‘How do those hats work, then?’ said Hermione, distracted from her homework and watching Fred and George closely. ‘I mean, obviously it's some kind of Invisibility Spell, but it's rather clever to have extended the field of invisibility beyond the boundaries of the charmed object ... I'd imagine the charm wouldn't have a very long life though.’
Harry did not answer; he was feeling ill.
‘I'm going to have to do this tomorrow,’ he muttered, pushing the books he had just taken out of his bag back inside it.
‘Well, write it in your homework planner then!’ said Hermione encouragingly. ‘So you don't forget!’
Harry and Ron exchanged looks as he reached into his bag, withdrew the planner and opened it tentatively.
‘Don't leave it till later, you big second-rater!’ chided the book as Harry scribbled168 down Umbridge's homework. Hermione beamed at it.
‘I think I'll go to bed,’ said Harry, stuffing the homework planner back into his bag and making a mental note to drop it in the fire the first opportunity he got.
He walked across the common room, dodging169 George, who tried to put a Headless Hat on him, and reached the peace and cool of the stone staircase to the boys’ dormitories. He was feeling sick again, just as he had the night he had had the vision of the snake, but thought that if he could just lie down for a while he would be all right.
He opened the door of his dormitory and was one step inside it when he experienced pain so severe he thought that someone must have sliced into the top of his head. He did not know where be was, whether he was standing or lying down, he did not even know his own name.
Maniacal170 laughter was ringing in his ears ... he was happier than he had been in a very long time ... jubilant, ecstatic, triumphant ... a wonderful, wonderful thing had happened ...
‘Harry? HARRY!’
Someone had hit him around the face. The insane laughter was punctuated171 with a cry of pain. The happiness was draining out of him, but the laughter continued ...
He opened his eyes and, as he did so, he became aware that the wild laughter was coming out of his own mouth. The moment he realised this, it died away; Harry lay panting on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, the scar on his forehead throbbing horribly. Ron was bending over him, looking very worried.
‘What happened?’ he said.
‘I ... dunno ...’ Harry gasped172, sitting up again. ‘He's really happy ... really happy ...’
‘You-Know-Who is?’
‘Something good's happened,’ mumbled Harry. He was shaking as badly as he had done after seeing the snake attack Mr. Weasley and felt very sick. ‘Something he's been hoping for.’
The words came, just as they had back in the Gryffindor changing room, as though a stranger was speaking them through Harry's mouth, yet he knew they were true. He took deep breaths, willing himself not to vomit173 all over Ron. He was very glad that Dean and Seamus were not here to watch this time.
‘Hermione told me to come and check on you,’ said Ron in a low voice, helping174 Harry to his feet. ‘She says your defences will be low at the moment, after Snape's been fiddling175 around with your mind ... still, I suppose it'll help in the long run, won't it?’ He looked doubtfully at Harry as he helped him towards his bed. Harry nodded without any conviction and slumped176 back on his pillows, aching all over from having fallen to the floor so often that evening, his scar still prickling painfully. He could not help feeling that his first foray into Occlumency had weakened his mind's resistance rather than strengthening it, and he wondered, with a feeling of great trepidation, what had happened to make Lord Voldemort the happiest he had been in fourteen years.
Kreacher，它得知后，在阁楼中潜藏着。 天狼星说他已经在那里的灰尘中发现他， 没有疑问，布莱克家的较多神圣的遗物藏在他的碗柜中。 虽然天狼星对这个房子感到满意，但它使哈利感到不安。 不过当Kreacher 再次出现时似乎有一个不错的心情， 他的苦楚地喃喃自语已经有些平息，而且他比平时更容易服从命令，虽然哈利有一两次看到了家养小精灵在热望地注视 着他， 但是总是在引起哈利的注意之后很快地离开。
哈利并不在意他对天狼星含糊的怀疑， 高兴的心情在圣诞节结束之后快速地散匿了。 当他们回霍格瓦彻的日期一日一日地逼近时，他越来越相信威斯里太太所说的“突如其来的愤怒”，他变得沉默寡言的和暴躁，时常用数小时的时间搬回到巴克比克的房间。他的忧郁飞出屋子，像一些有毒气体一样飞出了房子，所以他们全部都被它传染。
哈利不想再一次孤独地把 Kreacher 留给天狼星；事实上，在他生命中的第一次，他不在想回到霍格瓦彻。回到学校将意谓着将他自己再一次置身在德洛丽丝·昂布瑞吉的压迫统治之下，不用怀疑他能设法逃过他们另外强加的一大堆法令;没有魁地奇的企盼，他已经被禁止了；他们家庭作业的负担会当考试得逼近而与日俱增；而且丹伯多对他保持疏远的状态。事实上，假如它不是为防卫协会（Defence Association），哈利想他应该可以请求天狼星让他离开霍格瓦彻，继续在老房子呆着。
所以，在假日的最后几天，发生的一些事使哈利恐惧他回返到学校。
“哈利，亲爱的，”威斯里太太说道，把头部伸进了他和罗恩的卧室，他们正在玩巫师棋的地方，荷米恩在一旁观看。金妮和克鲁克山，“你可以下去到厨房吗？教授想要对你说一些话。”
哈利并没有马上记住她所说的话；他的一个城堡被罗恩的一个卒猛烈的攻击，而且他在兴奋地耸恿它。
“压扁他——压扁他，他只是一个卒，你真笨。对不起，威斯里太太，你刚才在说什么？”
“斯内普教授，亲爱的。 在厨房中， 他要对你说一些话。”
哈利的嘴极端厌恶地张开了。他在环视着罗恩、荷米恩和金妮，他们正在对他打哈欠。克鲁克山， 那个荷米恩在前十五分钟不容易抑制的，愉快地在会议桌上跳跃，在隐蔽的地方乱跑，发出比别人都大的嚎叫声。 “斯内普？”哈利茫然地说。
“斯内普教授，亲爱的，”威斯里太太责难似地说道。 “现在过去，快点，他说不能呆很久。” “他想对你作什么？”罗恩说，在威斯里太太走出房间之后，他看起来失去了力气。“你没有做任何事，是吗？”
“没有！”哈利愤怒地说，绞尽他的脑汁想他做了什么以至于使斯内普追到老房子来。因为他的最后一次作业得了“T”？
一两分钟后， 他推开了厨房的门，在长长的厨桌上找到了天狼星和斯内普，坐在相反的方向。他们之间因为互相厌恶对方而出现了沉默。一封信打开着放在天狼星之前桌子上。 “嗯，”哈利说道，来显示他的存在。
斯内普环视着他，他的脸被包围在油腻的黑色头发之间。
“坐下，波特。”
“你知道，”天狼星大声地说道，翘起他椅子后面的脚，对天花板说道，“如果你不是被派到这里，斯内普，我认为我将更喜欢这样。它是我的房子，你知道的。”
一个可怕的晕红遍布了斯内普苍白的脸。哈利坐在天狼星旁边的一张椅子上，穿过桌子面对着斯内普。
“我想单独见你，波特，”斯内普说道，熟悉的冷笑卷曲着他的嘴，“但是布莱克——”
“我是他的教父，”天狼星说道，用比平常大声音调。
“我是因为丹伯多的命令来这儿的，”斯内普说道，相反的，变成越来越安静而易怒，“但是尽所有的方法停留，布莱克，我知道你喜欢凭感觉。这十分棘手。”
“什么是‘推想的认为’？”天狼星说，砰当一声把椅子的四条腿都放回地面。
“不过是我肯定你一定感觉——啊——因为你不能做些有用的事而感到沮丧，”斯内普对他施以一个巧妙的压力，“为凤凰令。”
现在轮到天狼星的脸发红。当他准备带走哈利的时候，嘴唇动了动表示胜利。
“校长已经派遣我告诉你，波特，他希望你学习 思维闭锁术 这个咒语。”
“学习什么？”哈利茫然地说。
斯内普的冷笑变得更加显著。
“思维闭锁术 ，波特。这个心灵的防卫魔法来防卫外侧的入侵。魔术的一个模糊的分支，但是一个高度有用的咒语。” 哈利的心开始快速地抽动。防卫外部的侵入？但是他没有被着魔，他们已经全部决定那了。
“我为什么必须学习 思维闭锁术 ？”他脱口而出。
“因为校长认为那是一个好主意，”斯内普平静地说道。“你一个星期将会接受一次私人的课，但是你不要告诉任何人你是在做什么，至少不要告诉德洛丽丝·昂布瑞吉。知道吗？”
“是的，”哈利说道。“谁要来教我？”
斯内普扬起了一道眉毛。
“我，”他说。
哈利有了一种他的内部在熔化的可怕的感觉。
斯内普的额外课程——他在世上做了什么会应受这个？他快速地看着天狼星来寻求支持。
“丹伯多为什么不教哈利？”天狼星攻击性地问。“为什么是你？”
“我想那是因为校长用特权委派代表并不是一件有趣的事情，”斯内普圆滑地说。“我保证这份工作不是我请求来的。”他站起来。“我希望你在每周一傍晚六点钟时，波特。我的办公室。如果有人问起这件事，你就说补习药剂课。没有在我的班级中看到你的人可以否认你需要那样做。”
他准备离开，他的黑色旅行斗蓬在他身后飞扬。
“等等，”天狼星说道，直直地坐在他的椅子上。
斯内普折回面对他们，嘲笑着。
“我实在是忙，布莱克。不像你，我没有那么多的空闲时间。”
“我只是重点地说一下，”天狼星说道，站起来。他比斯内普更高，哈利注意道，哈利确定他在斗蓬的口袋里攥紧了拳头，抓着魔杖。“如果我听到你用思维闭锁术的课程来惩治哈利，你走着瞧。”
“多么感人啊，”斯内普嘲笑道。“但是你一定注意到波特非常像的他父亲？”
“是的，我注意到了，”天狼星傲慢地说道。
“那么好的，你将会明白他是如此的傲慢以致于批评对他而言只是简单的试探，”斯内普圆滑地说。
天狼星把暴躁地把他的椅子推到了一边，大步绕开桌子走向斯内普，当他出去的时候，他抽出了他的魔杖。斯内普也拿出他自己的。他们彼此对视着对方，天狼星看起来怒气冲冲，斯内普考虑着，他的眼睛正视着天狼星的魔杖的指向他的脸的一端。
“天狼星！”哈利大声地说，但是天狼星叫不要管他。
“我已经警告过你，Snivdlus（应该就是指斯内普），”天狼星说道，他的脸看着斯内普的一只脚，“我不关心如果丹伯多的革新，我知道更好地——”
“哦，但是你为什么不这么告诉他？”斯内普小声地说。“或者是你是害怕他可能不认真地看待一个已经在他母亲的房子躲藏达六个月之久的男人的忠告？”
“告诉我，卢修斯·马尔夫这些几天怎样？ 我希望他使很高兴他的小狗在霍格瓦彻学习，不是吗？” “说到狗，”斯内普柔和地说，“你知道卢修斯·马尔夫上次在你出去走走的时候辨认出你吗？放聪明点，布莱克，让你自己在一个安全的车站月台上被看到。给你一个铸铁的窗口，在以后离开你的藏身洞，不是吗？”
天狼星举起了他的魔杖。
“不！”哈利大叫，跳过桌子，试图走进他们之间。“天狼星，不要！”
“你说我是一个懦夫吗？”天狼星吼道，试着推开哈利，但是哈利并不移开。
“为什么，是的，我想我是的，”斯内普说道。
“哈利——从——这里——出——去！”天狼星疯狂地吼道，用他的另一只手把他推到了一边。
厨房的门打开了，整个的威斯里家庭，加上荷米恩，走了进来，所有的人看起来都非常快乐，和穿着一件被橡皮布复盖的有斑纹的睡衣的威斯里先生一起自豪的走着。
“治好了！”他大声地在厨房里宣告。“完全的治好了！”
他和所有的威斯里一样在开始时惊呆了，呆呆的看着在他们的前面场面，在中间的动作也被中止，天狼星和斯内普看着门，同时他们的魔杖互相指着对方的脸，哈利不动地站在他们之间，一个手指着对方，试着分别地攻击对方。
“默林的胡须，”威斯里先生说道，他的脸上微笑渐渐消失了，“这里在干什么？”
天狼星和斯内普都放下了他们的魔杖。哈利从看了看一个，又看了看另一个。 每个人都带着极度轻视对方的表情，仍然想不到这么多目击者一口气从入口涌进来的感觉。斯内普收起了他的魔杖，转身穿过厨房，没有对威斯里说一句话就走了。在门旁，他回头看了看。 “六点钟，星期一傍晚，波特。”
于是他走了。天狼星在他身后怒目而视，他的魔杖在他的身旁。
“这里在干什么？”威斯里先生再一次问道。
“没什么，亚瑟，”天狼星说道，气喘吁吁地，好像他刚刚跑了很长的距离。“只是在二位学校里的老朋友之间友好地闲谈。”由于看起来像一个巨大的努力一样，他微笑着。“于是，你被治愈了？那是很棒的消息，真的很棒。”
“是的，不是吗？”威斯里太太说，带着他的丈夫向一张椅子走去。“巫医 Smethwyck 最终用他的魔法，制造了一个解毒药来对付毒蛇的尖牙，而且亚瑟学习了麻瓜的药，不是吗，亲爱的？”她补充道，有点不高兴。 “是的，茉莉，亲爱的，”威斯里先生温顺地说道。
那次晚餐十分快活，威斯里先生回来的喜悦笼罩着他们。哈利可以看得出天狼星试着这么做 ，然而当他的教父并没有注意他，为弗来德和乔治的笑话开怀大笑或是提供给大家更多的食物，他的脸上又显现出了忧郁，沉思着脸。哈利已经被蒙顿格斯和疯眼人为的分隔开来，向威斯里先生庆祝。他想和天狼星说话，告诉他不要理斯内普所说的话，斯内普正在故意地刺激他，别人不认为被丹伯多留在老房子里的天狼星是一个懦弱的人。但是他没有机会这么做，并且，注视着天狼星脸上那丑陋的神情，哈利有时想他是否有机会去提起这件事。相反地，他用微小的声音告诉罗恩和荷米恩有关他必须参加斯内普的 思维闭锁术 课程的事情。 “丹伯多希望你不要再做那些有关伏地魔的梦，”荷米恩立刻说道。“嗯，你不会难过失去了那些梦，不是吗？”
“与斯内普上额外课？”罗恩说道，用大为震惊的语调。“我将会宁可有梦魇！”
第二天，他们坐着骑士公共汽车回到了霍格瓦彻，再一次接受唐克斯和露平的护卫，第二天早晨，当哈利、罗恩和荷米恩下来的时候，他们两人都在厨房里次早餐。当哈利打开门时，那些成年人低声地谈着话；他们看起来都十分慌张，迅速回到了沉默。
在一份匆忙的早餐之后，他们都穿上了夹克和围巾，来对抗这寒冷而灰暗的一月早晨。哈利心中有一种不愉快的感觉；他不想对天狼星说再见。他对这有一种不好的感觉；他不知道。当他们下一次看到对方时，他觉得他有义务阻止天狼星做傻事——哈利担忧斯内普对他懦弱的谴责已经深深刺痛了天狼星，这可能使他愚蠢地计划到老房子外做一些旅行。然而，当他想起该说什么之前，天狼星已经到他的身边，向他招手。
“我希望你带着这个，”他平静地说，塞给哈利一个包装粗糙的包袱，大概是一本平装书。
“那是什么？”哈利问道。
“使我了解斯内普让你不好过的一个途径，不，不要在这里打开它！”天狼星说，机警地看着威斯里太太，那个正在劝说双胞胎穿手工编制的手套的人。“我想茉莉不会赞同——但是我希望你在需要我的时候使用他，好吗？”
“好，”哈利说道，把包袱放在他的夹克衫的内口袋中，但是他知道无论它是什么，他也不会去用它。那将不是他，哈利，把天狼星从安全的地方引出来的人，无论斯内普在即将来临的 思维闭锁术 课上对他用多么卑鄙的手段。
“那么我们走吧，”天狼星说道，拍了拍哈利的肩膀，可怕地笑了笑，在哈利说别的东西之前，他们走到二楼，在那上了锁的门前停住了，被威斯里环绕着。
“再见，哈利，小心，”威斯里太太说道，拥抱他。
“再见，哈利，而且为我留意蛇！”威斯里先生亲切地说，摇动他的手。
“好的——是，”哈利心烦意乱地说道；那是他告诉天狼星要小心的最后机会；他转过头，看着他教父的脸，张开了他的嘴说，但在他可以做这些之前，天狼星简短地对他说了些，单手拥抱了他，并且说，“照顾好你自己，哈利。”那一刻，哈利发现他自己变得逃避出去，进入冬天那冰冷的空气，和唐克丝（今天她伪装成一个高个头、穿着粗花呢服装的、有烫平的灰发的人）烦恼地走下了台阶。
十二号的门在他们后面猛然地关上。他们跟随着露平走下了前面的台阶。当他到达了人行道的候，哈利看了看四周。在它伸长的任一边上，十二号正在快速地收缩，消失在视野中。一眨眼后，它已经不见了。
“过来，我们越快上公共汽车越好，”唐克丝说道，哈利想她在正方形的周围的一瞥有写神经过
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motorway
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